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Annoyed that it’s this Tuesday and not last Tuesday.
Annoyed that I’m not floating in a lake and smelling the pine trees.
Annoyed that I don’t have my Toph and my Charlie around.
Annoyed that work is hard.
Annoyed that I didn’t bring lunch.
Annoyed that there’s a coldness to the air that I’m not ready for.
Annoyed that I forgot my headphones for the second day in a row.
A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a pile of drawings, paintings, and woodblock prints near the printer at work. I did some asking around and found out that they were made by a woman named Gertrude Quastler who lived at Brookhaven back in the 50s while her biologist husband worked here. Quastler was a fine artist and contributed to the revival of woodblock prints in the United States during the middle of the last century.
She carved her first woodcut using scalpels left over from her husband’s anatomy classes (I love this detail of her story), and pieces of her work ultimately ended up in the Museum of Modern Art, the Art Institute of Chicago, Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts and lots of other places.
When she died, her estate left some of her work to Brookhaven so now I’ve got a few pieces in my cubicle — that painting with the butterfly shapes and a woodblock print on rice paper of some caged birds. They really fancy the place up.
Tough day, pictured above. I’ve come down with a cold, which is making me cough and sneeze. And with my sore post-surgery abs, that’s pretty miserable. It’s been raining for a few days, and I just came home to find my car pinned under a huge tree limb. I’m hunkering down under a blanket on the couch until things get better, or at least until the sun comes out.
It’s a good look, eh? At least this mask isn’t itchy like the last one. In fact, it’s got a little minty tingle or something. The product packaging says it contains Dead Sea minerals, but at less than $4 for a huge bottle, I’m gonna go ahead and figure that’s a lie.